One thing Nathan Riggs didn't do, was break down over a woman. It had been a week since the night she kicked him out of her apartment and he couldn't seem to get her out of his head. A million thoughts had crossed his mind over who the guy in the picture was but he really didn't care anymore. All he wanted was to see her one more time. To smell the lavender from her hair, and to hear her adorable giggle. He had planned on showing up on her doorstep several times to beg her to let him back into her life, but was held back by his friends' constant advice to move on.
"Riggs!", he heard Owen shout after him. "Hold up!"
"Hey! What's up?"
"Up for a drink?"
"I actually-", he started to say, "had a long shift. I'm gonna.. head home and crash". He faked his disappointment.
"Oh. Okay. Maybe next time then", he smiled. "You okay?"
"Yeah. Great"
"You're thinking about her"
"I'm not", he rolled his eyes.
"You are. You should talk to her", he said as he tapped him on the shoulder before he left him think to himself.
He climbed into his Rover where he sat for a few minutes contemplating whether or not he should go to her. He finally started the car after he decided he would give it a shot. Worst case scenario she would lock him outside her apartment but at least she'd know he hadn't given up on them.
Nathan was nervous, really nervous. Last time he felt this way was the time he took his residency boards before he decided that nothing in the world will ever make him feel that way again. But Meredith did. Ever since she walked into his life, she made him feel all sorts of ways and he couldn't really complain. She was worth the sweat. His heart raced at the speed of light as he stood in the silent elevator making up a hundred possible scenarios in his head that are about to happen. He arrived at her doorstep, held his hand up and froze. What was he going to say anyway? Please forgive me for entering your private office and looking at your stuff? I'm sorry I looked at the photo with the mysterious guy? What was he supposed to say?
He let out a sigh before finally mustering the courage to get his hand to knock at her door. Knock knock knock. Then he waited. Maybe she's showering. Or sleeping, she must've had a long day and needs to rest. Or maybe-
"Hi", he heard her say after she showed up from behind the door. Her face was flushed. Still completely beautiful but really tired.
"H-hey", he said nervously.
"Umm.. Wanna come in?"
"Please", he smiled politely as she let him into the apartment.
He sat on the couch awkwardly while he watched her hesitantly move towards him like a stray cat.
"I'm sorry", he spoke up.
"I'm sorry too", she whispered back not looking into his eyes.
"I shouldn't have.. entered a room you didn't let me in"
"Nathan.. I overreacted. You wouldn't have known", she assured him as she looked at him softly.
"Anyway.. I'm sorry. Really really sorry, Mer"
He held her hands in his own as he looked into her eyes with his teary ones.
"It's okay", she moved her hand to gently stroke his face as she smiled. "I'm starving", she said bluntly despite the seriousness of the situation.
He immediately snorted at her comment and moved closer to plant a kiss on her cheek. "I'll fix up something for you"
"Okay"
She followed him to the kitchen where he investigated her empty fridge and cupboards for something viable to cook with.
"You need to get some grocery shopping done", he chuckled.
"I don't do shopping", she shrugged.
"Exactly my point"
"Amelia does it for me"
Nathan shook his head amusingly as he grabbed the phone. "I'll order takeout. What do you wanna have?"
"Mhm.. Pizza?"
He nodded with a smile as he moved between her legs where she was sat at the counter. He kissed her lips one last time before he dialed the number.
Things went better than he thought. An hour ago he was sick to his stomach thinking she wouldn't wanna see his face, and now they were laughing together over stuff that weren't even funny.
They sat there practically inhaling pizza on her couch. Her legs curled up underneath her as she reached over for her fifth maybe sixth slice of pizza grasping at air as he watched her with hidden amusement.
"Stoppp", she giggled.
"What?"
"Watching me eat. It makes me uncomfortable"
"I can't help it. I just.. find it impressive"
"Find what impressive?", she asked chewing on the large bite she took.
"How such a small person can accommodate six slices of pizza", he chuckled.
She put her slice down and moved to smack him on his chest. "You keep count of how many pizzas I eat now?"
He grabbed her by the wrists to protect himself from her tiny ineffectual fists. "It can't exactly go unnoticed", he laughed.
"You just lost your chance of getting laid tonight", she told him seductively as she got up on her feet and walked over to the kitchen to place the empty pizza boxes in the trash.
"Wait, I was gonna get laid tonight?", he asked immediately rising to his feet hovering behind her.
"Yes.. But not anymore", she teased.
He placed his beer on the counter before he walked towards her. Once behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her hair. He tucked her hair to the other side planting kisses on her collar bone, her scent stirring something inside him. Lavender.
"N-no. No no no..", she gasped pulling away from his grip.
"I missed you", he murmured into her skin as he pressed her more firmly into him.
"Well.. too bad", she moaned back trying to focus her attention on stopping him but his lips felt so good on her now flushed skin.
"I need you", he whispered feeling her body surrender to his touch.
He moved them, maintaining their positions so that her hands grasped at the counter. His hands found her hips as she grinded them backwards into his hardness. His hands moved to unbotton her pants slipping between her thighs and settling at her dampness. "Holy fuck", he grunted. "You're so wet".
"I have been.. for the past week", she whimpered.
He heard her release a high pitched gasp for air once his thumb and forefinger found her clit. He gently started massaging her clit in circles just before he hooked another finger sliding it inside her, rubbing against her g-spot.
"G-god, Nathan!", she screamed feeling her own body trembling with pleasure.
"Yes, yes", he urged her, his free hand moving to his own pants freeing his member out of its confinements.
"Fuck yes", he heard her moan as he added more pressure to his thrusts feeling her walls tighten around his fingers. "Nathan, p-please"
"Please what?" , he teased seductively keeping a grip on her trembling body before replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock, his fingers still rubbing at her clit.
"p-please", she managed to say, "I need you inside me".
"I already am", he said drawing her attention to his fingers.
"Damn it, Nathan. I need your cock inside me. Now", she cried.
"Gladly", he groaned before he positioned himself between her legs and slipped into her. "Good?"
"Amazing", she breathed. "I want deep"
"Deep..deep", he panted in agreement as he attempted to open her legs wider with his own.
"Oh Mer..you..amazing", he groaned at the new depths, biting down on her neck. His hands moved along her hips as their rhythm steadied at a fast pace. Her moans were incredible, desperate and filled with desire keeping him wanting more.
"That's..that's it..yes", she gasped as her head fell back, her walls closing tightly around him, causing his body to tremble at the impact.
"God..", he panted. "I love fucking you"
"I love you fucking me", she giggled still struggling to catch her breath.
"I missed you"
"I missed you too"
She felt him slowly pull out of her before he reached out for a napkin to clean the mess they made.
"So.. do I have to worry?", she asked him as she put her clothes back on.
"About what?", he asked turning to face her.
"Well.. we haven't exactly been the best at using protection.. you know"
"Are you asking me if you should be worried I'd give you an STD?", he asked defensively.
She hesitated to answer. "Kinda?"
"Okay I haven't had sex for months before I met you. I don't even have the time to go out and get an STD!"
"Okay okay", she tried to calm him. "I'm just.. making sure"
He huffed in disbelief. "What makes me sure I won't be given something?"
She laughed sarcastically. "Who said you should be?", she teased before she turned her back to him and walked towards her room.
"What is that supposed to mean?", he asked in shock as he followed behind.
"Nothing", she shrugged.
"Nothing? You just dropped the bomb on me that you might have something and now you won't talk?"
"I'm kidding! Jeez..", she rolled her eyes.
"So there's no one else?"
"Is that what this is about? Your jealousy?", she asked with a raised brow.
"What? I'm not jealous!"
"Uh-huh"
"I'm not!"
"Okay I believe you"
"Fine"
Meredith watched him busy himself with the buttons on his shirt. "Just to be clear, no, there's no one else", she told him.
"Okay.. me neither"
"Okay"
"Okay"
She moved towards him before she rose to her toes and planted a passionate kiss on his lips.
"Mhmm", he moaned into her mouth. "You know, we just had a fight"
"We did, didn't we?", she asked biting her lip seductively.
"and I heard make-up sex is the healthiest way to make up", he said raising his brow.
"So have I!", she giggled before she jumped him pushing him backwards onto the bed.
"Round two?"
"Round two."
